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Do you take requests?

i've got some time these days so yeah, i could do that if anyone's got prompts and stuff

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Art Without a Home [Pt. 4] | Minhyuk x Reader

"It was...bizarre," Minhyuk finally finished after a suspenseful pause as he was telling Jooheon about what had happened while everyone was out. Much like for art, he also had no space for secrets - especially with Jooheon, who was now trying to process the entire story. For a solid minute, he was just sitting across Minhyuk on his bed, blinking hard and his lips slightly apart before he could even utter a word. 

"So you're telling me... You've been dumping your art from a window, and you saw it in someone else's apartment, then saw the culprit take it from our trash and you yelled at them?" Jooheon calmly enumerated his takeaways from the story. 

"When you put it that way, it sounds even weirder and it makes me look bad," Minhyuk mumbled. 

"Well, you didn't have to yell like that, it was in the trash after all. Besides, what if that was your soulmate?" he started pulling faces, teasing to get more details out of him, but instead, he earned himself a slap across the arm.   

"Do you really think my soulmate would be taking my trash right under my nose?" 

"Well receiving the Minister of Culture, Sports, and Tourism’s Commendation Award, three world tours, and performing for the President also didn't seem very likely at the time and we still did that," he paused dramatically to shake his head at Minhyuk before continuing, "I told you to keep the paintings for Monbebe." 

Minhyuk's cheeks rounded like a chipmunk as he took his time pushing the air out with his long sigh, thinking about how Jooheon was actually making a point and it was strangely annoying that he made it sound normal because that meant that he was incredibly rude to his possible future partner. Wait- partner? Did I just say...partner? His internal monologue quickly turned into chaos with questions and excuses, as if someone else heard him. He shuddered - not because he wouldn't want that, not at all, but because he had always imagined the first encounter with his someone completely different and with way less attitude. If anything ever bothered him, it was reality not being a carbon copy of his imagination and his abandoned canvases were the proof. The old Greeks believed that people were condemned to spend their lifetimes searching for their other half after Zeus split them into two. Hypothetically speaking, if that were true, it'd be pretty ironic that the art-smuggler down the street was his other half because it only made sense that his half would collect the part of him that he'd been trying to get rid of. That habit would close the circle, giving meaning to his art and his being, while- 

"Earth to Minhyuk," Wonho literally snapped him out of this stream of thoughts by snapping his fingers right in front of his face, accompanied by an amused chuckle. 

"깜짝이야," he blurted out as he put a hand over his heart. Where did he come from, he thought to himself, not realizing his overthinking trip was longer than intended. 

"I think I broke him," Jooheon's wide starry eyes looked at Wonho. 

"It's nothing that a little bit of love can't fix," he announced before tackling Minhyuk on the bed to give him a big bear hug, and soon enough Jooheon joined the little intervention. 

"Okay, okay, you fixed me, you can get off now," Minhyuk breathlessly exclaimed, tapping on Wonho's back like a boxer ready to admit defeat. Surprisingly, the plan worked perfectly and he forgot about the thoughts that started carrying him away like a swollen river. After leaving the room with the guys, Minhyuk caught a glimpse of his painting room through the ajar door and at that moment decided he would no longer pick up the wooden brushes and paint.

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Hi!!! I really like your Minhyuk series that you're doing right now, I found the third part really funny and I love that it's from his POV. It makes everything so much more entertaining to read and I really enjoy the style of your writing too. (It's really late rn so i apologise for not being more coherant. I will rb later and add commentary, i promise !!)

thank you so much, i am really happy to hear that you're enjoying the mini series. feedback is always welcome and i am thankful for your kinds words. there's more coming any minute now 🤍

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Art Without a Home [Pt. 1] | Minhyuk x Reader

Frustration replaced the air within these four walls like a plague as heavy brush strokes nearly tore through the unfinished canvas. The blank parts practically made fun of Minhyuk, refusing to soak up the watercolours of his imagination and embody his visions. His lungs, filled with an artist’s inhibitions, deflated steadily as he exhaled the plagued air. The sound of a wooden brush echoed in his ears when he let it slide through his fingers, hitting the newspaper-covered floor. The splattered drops of a fading blue made the grey print crumple into little wet waves as it flooded last week’s words. Minhyuk’s long fingers were tugging nervously at the strings of the artist’s apron that he now felt unworthy of. In the corner of his eye he noticed a shadow interrupt the sunshine that bathed the floor.

“It looks good so far,” Jooheon announced after soundlessly appearing next to Minhyuk, nudging him to break the tension. 

“Yeah, good for trash,” Minhyuk mumbled in return, running a hand through his hair. 

“Don’t say that! What if Monbebe hear you?” Jooheon wiggled his eyebrows with a playful warning. The annoyed artist bit his lip, the nod of his head barely noticeable. He bent down to pick up the brush as Jooheon made himself comfortably quiet on the window bench after deciding to keep his friend company. This could go two ways - either his presence only makes him grow more nervous and puts more pressure on his painting or his gentle aura has a calming effect and results in decent artwork. Thankfully it was the latter. 

There was no denying that he was talented, but he was too self-critical - especially when he couldn’t find enough time to practice because the studio stole all his hours. The creative energy would eat him up on some days and there are only so many hours in a day to let it out. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable silence that only brush strokes and the rustling of the spread-out newspapers interrupted. The room was growing dim with the sun that was off to make someone’s day brighter on the other side of this wild world. The brush landed in the dirty water of the thick glass jar, letting a few drops readily spring out. 

“It turned out great,” Jooheon said in awe of the whale that came to life on the canvas. 

“You think so?” Minhyuk looked over his shoulder, asking for affirmation. Jooheon must have nodded at least 50 times in those few seconds. 

“Now let’s go eat,” he hopped off the window sill, rubbing his tummy as he left the room. When his steps faded out, Minhyuk grabbed his piece and walked over to the window where Jooheon had just been sitting moments ago. He opened it, leaning over to look at the open dumpster that was already the proud owner of some of his paintings. “Well,” he sighed and dropped the newly painted work right in with the others before closing the window. He took off the beige apron and left to wash his hands.

 "Are you ready?“ he could hear Jooheon calling from outside the bathroom door.

 ”One second,“ he sang as he closed the tap and scrubbed his hands with the yellow towel. 

”Haven’t seen you all day, hyung,“ Changkyun mentioned as he put on his shoes next to him in the hall. 

”Today is your lucky night then, you get to pay for my dinner now,“ Minhyuk chuckled, propping up after he’d quickly tied his shoes. 

It didn’t take them long before they were racing down the sidewalk towards their favoruite neighbourhood restaurant. In the rush with the handful that the rapper duo were, Minhyuk thought he’d seen something strange in someone’s window. But that would be silly, it can’t have been that.    

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First and foremost, I am already in love with this fic despite it only having three parts out so far. Everything so far is so cute and wholesome, especially from the group dynamics (I’m so happy you included Hoseok :() to the inner thoughts of minhyuk. It really helps that this is in his pov and that u can really feel what he is feeling.

The third part is also incredibly entertaining and I love the build up to it. Even though you can kind of guess where it was headed until then, after the third part I’m drawing blanks and I’m incredibly excited to see what you come up with <3

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thank you for the lovely feedback. and hoseok will always be included, one way or another. once again, i appreciate your kind words 🤍

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Art Without a Home [Pt. 3] | Minhyuk x Reader

"Don't you think it's a bit rude to yell at strangers like that?" you asked the face staring down at you from a window. You tilted your head as he was searching for words in his head and then returned to your usual business. Every now and again you would find abandoned pieces of art staring on your way home, begging you to take them with you. After all, they do say that one man's trash is another man's treasure. And you agreed - someone deemed these paintings worthless of the space in their life, but they really gave your apartment an original touch, a personality. You dusted off your newly-found present with your hand, wondering who would routinely rob artwork of a home.

"What are you doing?" the strong voice boomed like thunder again.

"What do you care?" you mumbled under your breath. If he can't hear you, maybe he'll stop thinking this is a conversation.

"Hey, what are you doing in my trash?" he persisted, "Wait- why are you taking my painting?"

You let your newly acquired canvas lean against the large dumpster, having it wait a few moments for you like a child would wait for their mother while she talked to her friend she bumped into at the grocery store.

"Once it's out here, it's no longer yours," you yelled right at him as you took a couple of unsteady steps back to get a better look at this crazy person, "Even if this were your trash, and even if you did paint these - you threw them away, it means that you don't want them anymore. Well, I do, and I'm taking this one with me."

His face turned sour and he disappeared like the sun behind a cloud in a second. You shook your head at this brief but remarkably strange encounter. Just as the painting landed safely in the hands of its new owner, it got rowdy. 'Seriously', you thought to yourself, growing more annoyed, but turning around anyway.

"Why did you throw it away then if you didn't want anyone else taking it?" you firmly waved the canvas in front of this person's face. He was obviously processing a lot of emotions at that moment and stumbled over his words. It seemed that even he didn't know what he actually wanted. You hugged it against your chest as you stomped your foot against the hard concrete, "Exactly. Now excuse me, I'm taking this home, and next time you want to get rid of your art just give it to me or leave it in front of the building. I'm not a fan of the whole dumpster thing and it takes ages to get the smell out of my clothes and the painting." You put on a sweet smile as you waved at the bitter artist and walked away.

Minhyuk's feet were buried into the ground until a random passerby sped past him, rudely waking him from the wild trip in his thoughts as he bumped into his shoulder hard. Minhyuk rubbed the sore spot for a second before he decided it was probably about time to head back inside. He had a lot of thoughts creating absolute chaos in his head. Should I have ripped the canvas out of her hands? Why did I even make a scene? I did throw it in the trash. Is it even legal to dig through someone's trash? Or maybe. . . Should I have asked for her name? He shook the last silent question out of his head as he pushed the door to let himself back in. He lingered around for a while with his back against the door and his hand ready on the handle, not entirely sure what he was ready for, though. "What was I thinking," he whispered to himself, finally dragging his feet to his room.

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Art Without a Home [Pt. 2] | Minhyuk x Reader

It had been a week since the whale dove into the dumpster, now swimming somewhere in the sea of the unwanted, the used, and the rejected that consisted of people's throwaways. Who knows how many memories, talents, efforts, thoughts, and emotions all reach the same destination as the actual decaying rubbish. For whatever reason, there is no longer space for them in someone's life anymore. And to Minhyuk? Even if the painting was perfectly fine to any other eye, it would sometimes be imperfect in his eyes when it wasn't exactly what he pictured in his head.

The intoxicating familiar smell of fresh coffee wrapped sleepy bodies in a warm hug at the dorms. It was early in the morning and each head was already spinning with different thoughts.

"I just got this idea," Wonho's excited voice softly spread through the room, "for a song, I mean. I should probably hurry over to the studio before it disappears on me." He left his still warm cup half empty on the white coffee table as he got up to find his shoes and a jacket. As usual, he was the first to welcome the early sun because of his gym schedule, joining the members at breakfast later on.

"Wait up," Jooheon said, taking a bite out of a corner of a cold piece of toast that he had forgotten about while taking his sweet time sipping on his Americano for a solid half an hour. He dropped it on the plate and followed Wonho's steps. It wasn't unlike them to spend their day off spilling out their hearts inside the studio. To be honest, it was quite predictable. They called Kihyun to step in and help record the vocal demos. Meanwhile, Shownu and Hyungwon had already made plans to grab lunch together and Changkyun simply invited himself.

"What about you?" Hyungwon squinted through his heavy eyelids trying to block out the sun.

"I'm not sure yet, I'm kind of waiting for inspiration to hit me," Minhyuk chuckled, "I just want to rest for now and maybe spend some time with Monbebe on Fancafe."

"We should do that, too," Shownu added, running a hand through his messy hair. Small spam of food photos was a guarantee then.

Minhyuk watched the place empty one member at a time until he had it all to himself. ‘What is everyone doing today? Are you eating well?’ he typed out slowly a simple message that would light up many phones and faces. The following hours were reserved for scrolling through a flood of new letters and leaving cheeky replies.

'honey said you drew a pretty whale, can we see it?' someone said. Ah, he must have been on Vlive, Minhyuk thought to himself.

'he swam away hh,' he replied. Last night's smiley-face experiment also took a dive and now the guilt crept up on him because he had nothing to show to Monbebe. He hopped off the bed and headed to the room where he would always paint. Now is the perfect time to gift Monbebe a flower of his love that they could keep safe in their gardens. Just as he started mixing the lilac galaxy with his brush he heard some unusually suspicious rustling that would lead his feet towards the window of his artistic shame like a magnet. He put the paint down and pushed the window open, popping out his head like a curious little cat. It took a second for his eyebrows to furrow in confusion and a whole other range of mixed emotions.

"HEY" his husky voice shouted from the first floor, "Who the hell are you?"

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Art Without a Home [Pt. 1] | Minhyuk x Reader

Frustration replaced the air within these four walls like a plague as heavy brush strokes nearly tore through the unfinished canvas. The blank parts practically made fun of Minhyuk, refusing to soak up the watercolours of his imagination and embody his visions. His lungs, filled with an artist's inhibitions, deflated steadily as he exhaled the plagued air. The sound of a wooden brush echoed in his ears when he let it slide through his fingers, hitting the newspaper-covered floor. The splattered drops of a fading blue made the grey print crumple into little wet waves as it flooded last week's words. Minhyuk's long fingers were tugging nervously at the strings of the artist's apron that he now felt unworthy of. In the corner of his eye he noticed a shadow interrupt the sunshine that bathed the floor.

"It looks good so far," Jooheon announced after soundlessly appearing next to Minhyuk, nudging him to break the tension. 

"Yeah, good for trash," Minhyuk mumbled in return, running a hand through his hair. 

"Don't say that! What if Monbebe hear you?" Jooheon wiggled his eyebrows with a playful warning. The annoyed artist bit his lip, the nod of his head barely noticeable. He bent down to pick up the brush as Jooheon made himself comfortably quiet on the window bench after deciding to keep his friend company. This could go two ways - either his presence only makes him grow more nervous and puts more pressure on his painting or his gentle aura has a calming effect and results in decent artwork. Thankfully it was the latter. 

There was no denying that he was talented, but he was too self-critical - especially when he couldn't find enough time to practice because the studio stole all his hours. The creative energy would eat him up on some days and there are only so many hours in a day to let it out. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable silence that only brush strokes and the rustling of the spread-out newspapers interrupted. The room was growing dim with the sun that was off to make someone's day brighter on the other side of this wild world. The brush landed in the dirty water of the thick glass jar, letting a few drops readily spring out. 

"It turned out great," Jooheon said in awe of the whale that came to life on the canvas. 

"You think so?" Minhyuk looked over his shoulder, asking for affirmation. Jooheon must have nodded at least 50 times in those few seconds. 

"Now let's go eat," he hopped off the window sill, rubbing his tummy as he left the room. When his steps faded out, Minhyuk grabbed his piece and walked over to the window where Jooheon had just been sitting moments ago. He opened it, leaning over to look at the open dumpster that was already the proud owner of some of his paintings. "Well," he sighed and dropped the newly painted work right in with the others before closing the window. He took off the beige apron and left to wash his hands.

 "Are you ready?" he could hear Jooheon calling from outside the bathroom door.

 "One second," he sang as he closed the tap and scrubbed his hands with the yellow towel. 

"Haven't seen you all day, hyung," Changkyun mentioned as he put on his shoes next to him in the hall. 

"Today is your lucky night then, you get to pay for my dinner now," Minhyuk chuckled, propping up after he'd quickly tied his shoes. 

It didn't take them long before they were racing down the sidewalk towards their favoruite neighbourhood restaurant. In the rush with the handful that the rapper duo were, Minhyuk thought he'd seen something strange in someone's window. But that would be silly, it can't have been that.    

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"Mmm...I'm not sure about this," you mumbled as the new lip balm slowly left its sweet cherry traces. You blended the sticky remedy by rubbing your lips together as you slipped the cap back onto the tiny tube. The finishing smack of your lips sounded an unexpected 'pop'.

"Why, what's wrong with it?" Hyungwon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, I don't think I like the taste," you weren't too excited about the smell of this artificial sweetness either.

"Let me try it."

You innocently started extending your hand, the little aesthetic package sitting firmly between your fingers, but that's about as far as it got. You were interrupted by Hyungwon's soft hand on your cheek as he leaned in, kissing you. Your wide eyes stayed open for a brief moment before you melted into him, so you caught a lucky glimpse of how lost he was in the way you taste. So that's how he looked whenever you were exchanging sugarcoated sins. Once you finally parted there was barely any cherry left and his thumb teased the stray remains off your lip.

"Hmm," your boyfriend pretended to give it careful thought, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it, seems pretty good to me."

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Do you take requests or...? Maybe OWA: "wait a minute, before you tell me anything, how was your day?"

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[#JH]  Don't you call him what you used to call me.

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Here you were again, your fingers desperately tangled in Changkyun's black hair, tugging, short breaths escaping your lips as he drags his wet lips down your neck, pulling your hips into him. Every chance you'd get, every time the others weren't around you found yourselves making out needily and quickly until you couldn't feel your lips, until you were gasping for air. Mostly it was the young nights that had you losing your minds over each other. You were just friends and this was just for fun, but fuck, it was addicting. The little love mark he was about to leave on your neck had your hand grabbing his jaw, making him look at you straight in the eyes as you whispered a warning, "Don't even think about it, they'll know." He smirked at the idea, and for a moment you could see him debating in his head whether he wants to give you red trouble for later. But he was also smirking at the way you took control at that moment and it had his heart pounding harder, it made him kiss you instead like this was the last time he would ever get a taste of your lips. You slipped a curse word into the kiss, but it came out in the form of a moan, so he didn't hear what you said, but he loved the way you said it. Suddenly he broke away, breathing a quick "wait" as you tried to figure out if he heard someone coming. "What is it?" you whispered. "I, uh," he stumbled over his words but decided to say it before you pick up where you left off, "I just wanted to tell you that I like you. I really like you." You let out a breathy chuckle as he confessed, the timing couldn't be more Changkyun-like. "I like you, too, I really do," you teased him with his own pattern of words, "But we don't have time to be cute, if anyone barges in, we're doomed. So, shut up and kiss me like you mean what you just said." His heart fluttered knowing that you liked him back, but he nodded quickly, you didn't have to tell him twice. His hands slipped beneath your shirt, resting on your lower back as he pulled you closer into him and leaning his forehead against yours, taking a sweet second to take in what just happened before things get hot again in the dark corner of the company's building.